157 - Present
*Some of my favorite Christmas memories are at your house, surrounded by that large family that your dad made. With your Momma Becks lording over everything. I always pictured her holding our babies, spoiling them just as she did us. - Camille*
Santa’s Wonderland was just as Camille had remembered and had described it to the kids. There were a few changes due to Covid regulations, but overall it was the same. The tree lot was filled and the kids running through and finally picked one to go into Oma and Opa’s living room.
They ran through the carnival games with the other club kids and Camille’s extended family. Even Mitch forgot his disappointment at not going to New York. He had found a kindred spirit with one of Priscilla’s sisters who was also interested in the theater while they were here over summer. They reconnected and were quickly bonding again.
Nicki found her little group of friends that she had made and flirted with a few of the teen boys. The musketeers, being dutiful uncles, gave the younger men warning looks and silent threats. Then they laughed as they reminisced about the older brothers doing the same to them. And the frustration of Priss and Camille as they were at the opposite end of the treatment.
Vin and Colton had become fast friends, and Camille was glad that he had found a place where he felt comfortable being himself. When they had first met the boy, he had sworn that he would never have a tattoo or any type of piercing. He now had both and he proudly displayed what he could. From what she heard from the bunnies at the Shack, he had a piercing that his adoptive mother did not ever need to see. But one that made the women quite happy.
Camille sat in Darkness’ lap at the bonfire back behind the Shack on the night before Christmas Eve. This had become tradition over the years, and no one was certain when it had become the usual thing to do. Tomorrow, on Christmas Eve, she would go out to the Lowery Compound, and she would introduce her small family to all the Lowery’s at one time.
Priscilla walked over and sat on her husband’s lap next to Darkness. The man kissed her temple as his arms wrapped around her waist. Smiling, she settled against his chest.
“Finally get her to sleep?” he murmured against her hair.
Nodding, she looked up at him, “Not wanting to see how excited she is when she gets older.”
He chuckled, “I’m not looking forward to seeing how you encourage her.”
“Me?” Priscilla asked innocently.
“You, my beautiful wife,” he grinned. “I know how much you love the holidays.”
“I deny everything,” she said and those around her laughed.
“Don’t pick on my friend like that,” Camille teased and punched his arm.
“Never,” he grinned at the blonde. “Oh, before I forget,” he pulled a small box out of his cut pocket. “I was asked to give this to you.”
“Thanks,” she tucked the small matchbox into her own pocket.
Conversations flowed around them and there was laughter and stories being told. As the night wore on, the crowd thinned as bikers, babes and bunnies found their way to bed. Camille stood up and offered her hand to her husband.
He let her pull her to his feet and followed her inside. She grinned at him as she bypassed the stairs and headed for the freight elevator. He was even more confused when she pushed the down arrow.
“*Dous limyè mwen*, where are we going?”
She laughed as the elevator came to a stop and the large doors slid open. Pulling him by his hand, Camille guided him down the hall and around the corner. Standing outside the door, she pulled the small box out of her pocket and handed it to him. It was wrapped in some of her mother’s infamous Naughty Claus paper.
“What’s this?”
“A present.”
“Dous limyè mwen,” he warned.
She looked down at the floor but could not stop the smile that was on her face. He lifted her face with a knuckle under her chin. Rubbing his thumb across her lower lip, she dipped her tongue out to lightly touch his dark skin.
Darkness gave a small growl as he let go of her chin and ripped the paper off the small box. Inside, there was a single key. Confused, he looked at her and she pointed at the door. Plucking the key out of the box, he unlocked the door, and the lights automatically came on. This time, he took her by the hand and guided her inside.
The first thing that they saw was the large wrought iron bed that had straps and cuffs attached to the head and foot. Bright red cotton sheets covered the mattress, and a thick black comforter was folded up at the foot. On either side of the bed was a bedside table with three drawers and she had been assured that they both held condoms, toys and lube. The middle drawers would have the brands that she had requested.
It had been several years since she had been in the room. Her eyes moved to the far corner where a modified motorcycle lift with cuffs and straps was anchored to the floor. Other than the crosses, this was what had drawn her attention when she had snuck inside. She still wanted to know what that could be used for.
The spanking and prayer benches in the opposite corner had caught her attention. From the way that her husband was staring at them, he had been intrigued. Between these were the two Saint Andrew’s crosses; the first was wooden with padding, and the second was metal and no padding. Along the opposite wall from the bed was a convertible sex chair, a sex swing and a hook attached to a wench.
Just what the hell do you do with a wench? Honestly, she could not wait to find out.
On the third wall were two doors. The whitewashed wooden door with the large glass door revealed a beautiful full bathroom. The second door was shiny black and had no handle, only a deadbolt. She knew what was on the other side of the black door. Very few had actually seen inside the infamous black room. But she had.
On the other side of the door that they had just entered were three cabinets and open shelves that held bedding and rolls of plastic. The other three cabinets had doors that went from floor to ceiling and were currently closed. Sitting in the middle of the room was a black metal octagon cage that was about eight feet across.
The walls and ceiling of the room were mirrored. The floor was a bright shiny white with drains in a few places. There were also several cameras sitting in the corner on shelves with tripods underneath.
“Who…?” Darkness shook his head. “Who does this belong to?”
“Dom,” she whispered and pointed to the new cabinet flanking the open shelves. “We can use it. That cabinet is for our bigger toys.”
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